Marilyn
The morning had gone well, and she was helping to prep for lunch. Both Veronica and Cheryl were setting the table in the formal dinning room, not the table she could see from here. They’d loaded up a serving trolley with all the plates and cutlery, something she knew to be quite expensive and never used in her time of being married to Calvin.
She’d looked at the china as it was being loaded and had to bite down on the words “Not that china.” She didn’t even really know why there was china in this house. Had turned away from what they were doing and tried not to think about it.
“Sweetheart, could you get me the salad bowl please?” Kay asked her.
“Yes, mother.” She’d answered without so much as thinking about it. She seemed to have fallen into the way it had been inside that hous
